Cam Magic

A chance for your glorious writing to return? I have to get in on this. May the tf god rise once more! Prompt: The more eyes on her, the more she grew, the more she wanted to grow.

“…alright, that’s it for me this evening! Don’t forget to like and subscribe, and I’ll have some more videos up in the store over the weekend of me playing with those new toys that your donations bought me!” Jessie blew another kiss toward the camera and killed the lifestream, then sat flopped back onto the bed and let out a huge sigh.

“So. Close.” One thousand concurrent viewers was right there, just taunting her! Tonight’s stream had maxed out at 972, and that was only for a second; the average was closer to 850. Still, that ranked her among the top streamers on StreamFreeCamTube.com, and that was no mean feat. She had to console herself with that for now.

“Sorry I couldn’t get you guys any bigger tonight,” she said, cupping her breasts in her palms. “I know we’ll break through next time.”

It was the first time that she’d gone on camera that she’d felt the Tingle. It wasn’t really a tingle, more like a weird itch deep inside her chest, but she called it the Tingle because that sounded better than the Weird Itch. As soon as she saw that little (1) next to the Current Viewers label, it’d started, and her little itty-bitty tits had perked up.

That night, she’d been shy, hadn’t really known what to do. A couple of guys who always checked out first-time streamers came by and she chatted with them, blushing as they traded dirty talk with her, then bashfully pulling off her shirt and then, after double-checking over her shoulder that her roommate hadn’t suddenly come home, flashed her tits to them on camera.

She’d ended the stream shortly after that, but the rush – the thrill of performing – stuck with her. The next night, she was back, and had more of the rhythm down, the slow build up, the little games you could play to get them to donate tips. She’d only had ten viewers that second night, but she knew she was hooked.

The Tingle didn’t stop, either, not for a little while. It wasn’t until she tried to pull on her bra – a little A-cup she’d been wearing since high school – that she noticed that she’d put on a little weight up top. She did one more show like that, showing off how her breasts didn’t fit in the cups anymore (and earning a few tips from some of the guys with a very specific fetish for that), then went and bought a new bra to compensate for what she assumed was just some water weight.

Within a week, she was pulling a consistent forty to fifty guys every session. She decided on a schedule and built a little page with her vital stats – brown hair, hazel eyes, B-cup breasts, loves puppies and big hard cocks – and started supplementing her scholarship stipends with camgirl money. She figured she’d do it until either she graduated or met a guy who’d insist on her quitting, then hang up her sexy bras and go back to just being another struggling pre-med student.

Except dating started seeming like an absolute bore compared to the idea of dozens of guys looking at her at once. The feeling of being wanted by that many men – even mediated through the computer screen like that – was intoxicating. And the numbers kept creeping upward, as did, she noticed with first puzzlement and then delight, her bra size.

Every time she hit a new personal record, that Tingle came back, strong as ever, and soon enough she’d be finding that her old bras didn’t fit so well anymore. Which was just fine by her – Jessie had scoped out the leaderboards on the site and came to the painfully obvious conclusion that, at a certain level, the only women who could break into the upper echelons of the rankings had, well, huge boobs. DD at a bare minimum, the biggest earners prominently advertised the prodigious measurements of their bustlines and exactly how magical the sight of their deep, deep cleavage was. Huge tits drew men like moths to the flame.

And so, if Jessie’s breasts had decided to grow based on how many men watched her jiggle in front of a camera, that seemed like a virtuous cycle to her. Soon, she too was advertising about how big and bouncy her endowments were – first, exaggerating for effect, and then with complete honesty, as the Tingle pumped her from her foundational B-cups right past DD and into the custom-fit ranges beyond.

At this point, the income from her nocturnal shows was enough that she moved out of the dorms and to her own modest apartment off-campus, where she could set up a separate room for her shows and stop crouching on her dormroom bed. The increase in production values helped drive her views up still further, and soon she was in the upper ranks of the nightly streaming shows.

But one thousand still eluded her. She rubbed her throbbing pussy and groaned. It was like she was being teased just to the edge of orgasm, but never taken over the edge. Idly, she grabbed one of the dildos that her donators had purchased for her and started fucking herself with it, quickly bringing herself over the edge but not silencing the Tingle.

“I need a new angle,” she said, panting slightly. “Big tits can only go so far.”

The camsite dashboard lit up with a notification – there was a new cam member starting out in the same city as her; would she be interested in mentoring the newcomer?

Jessie smiled as a new idea dawned on her. Big tits were nice, but what would really draw in the eyeballs would be the ol’ carnival trick: a double act! She sat up, tits bouncing wildly, and pulled the keyboard over to her knees. “Hey there, just thought I’d get in touch and show you the ropes…”